Howdy. Name’s Larry – and I’m a walking time capsule straight outta the 1980s.

From 1979 to 1991, I was slingin’ six-strings night after night, ridin’ hard through rehearsals, recordings, and over 300 shows a year. Then one day, I holstered my guitar, tipped my hat, and rode off into a new frontier: the early internet.

Back then, the Internet was the Wild, Wild West all over again. Wide open, dangerous, and dripping with opportunity. Instead of saloons and cattle drives, it was audio, images, video, and code. No rules, no sheriffs—just pioneers carving out new territory in the digital dust.

By 2002, though, the itch came back. I wanted a replacement for the best six-string I’d ever drawn: A 1986 Jackson Custom Shop that had been my trusty Colt through countless gigs. I’d played it clean through, near to death, and I needed another weapon worthy of the fight.

That’s when the hunt turned into a full-on outlaw spree. First came a few early Jacksons. Then I tracked down Strats and Teles, each one like a rival gunslinger I had to stare down at high noon. I rounded up basses and acoustics like cattle for the herd. And then came the dream guitars I could never afford back when I was a broke drifter—finally claimed like stakes in a gold rush. Before long, my hideout was bursting at the seams with nearly 100 guitars. Too many for one man who hates clutter.

So I built myself a corral Guitar Fight Club. A dusty main street where the showdowns happen. Two guitars enter, one guitar leaves. The losers? They get run outta town (most likely on my Reverb.com store).

This here project’s also fueling another trail ride: my second book (my first one’s here), all about how much damn fun it was to be alive – and raising hell with music – in the 1980s.

So if you’re into guitars, saddle up – you’ve come to the right saloon. Got one to sell, or want to make me an offer on something in my collection? Step through the swinging doors and holler. I’m always up for a good deal… or a good duel!